Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 860 Of course I will go to Ulanno
At the entrance of the black tent, Etsak stood with the Spear of Dionysus slung across his shoulder.

Inside the tent, Ninglu had a thought, and the space apes in the first layer of the "Land of Chaos" began to use the star map and other potion ingredients drawn with spiritual blood to prepare the Sequence 5 "Traveler" potion.

He looked toward San Diego Bergkamp, ​​the lord of the Fifth War Group.

The "Recordator" drew his force field sword but did not activate the power runes. Spiritual energy overflowed from his fingertips and spread to the tip of the sword.

San Diego struck the ground rapidly, and geometric shapes such as triangles and squares shot up quickly.

The “Euclidean sign” rises, and the vast ocean recedes like the tide.

Black mist silently rose from Ning Lu's right hand, which was behind his back.

With a flick of his wrist, bottles of white but transparent medicine, like half-melted snow water, fell in front of the sixteen "record officers".

"Drink it."

"Thank you, Father, for this gift!"

As San Diego heard the other shadows of order thank the Black Emperor, he picked up the potion and examined the pale green bubbles bubbling inside.

He tilted his head back and poured the medicine into his mouth, while the other "recorders" drank their medicine at almost the same time.

As the drug slid down their esophagus, the consciousness of San Diego and the others gradually blurred, involuntarily leaving their bodies and ascending into a supernatural realm born from powerful minds and intense emotions.

Countless pieces of information flashed through their minds like an explosion of galaxies.

The unknown mysteries of space and dimensions captivated even the demonic psionicist, San Diego.

After absorbing the power information bestowed upon him by the Black Emperor, San Diego's obsidian eyes surveyed his surroundings.

A complex mix of emotions and feelings coalesced into an impenetrable fog, surrounding him.

San Diego's eyes darted around as he searched for Argos in the ever-expanding, colorful world.

He wandered in a timeless dimension for an unknown amount of time, but could never find the traces he had left behind.

Suddenly, a majestic voice rang out.

"San Diego!"

San Diego was startled; it was the Black Emperor's voice.

"Recall the four special coordinates you remember!"

Saint Diego immediately obeyed the Black Emperor's divine decree, and a spiritual scroll appeared in his eyes.

The pages of red, black, dark black, and light green flipped rapidly, finally settling on a blue-purple page.

The illusory land of the formless abyss.

As the pages of the book freeze, a phantom point of light appears in front of you.

The pages continued to turn, revealing the primordial space, the illusory space inhabited by the psionic dragons, and the web of Argos.

Four points of light surrounded the area, each shooting out illusory, crystalline lines.

The lines intertwine like a spider web.

San Diego's eyes narrowed, focusing on a particular point.

It is the only point, and the rays of light emitted from the four illusory points of light overlap with it.

San Diego understood, and he stepped toward the point of light.

The moment he stepped onto the point of light, an invisible force, seemingly generated out of thin air, acted upon his consciousness like a giant hand.

boom!
In the invisible shockwave of the mind, consciousness was forced back into the body.

San Diego paused for a moment, then saw the Black Emperor's imposing figure.

"Thanks be to my Lord for this!"

A moment later, Ninglu used his spiritual power to awaken all sixteen newly recruited "travelers".

As soon as Santiago and the others left, Arcena Dunne entered the tent.

“My lord, Lemuel Gaumont, the chronicler of the 28th Expeditionary Fleet, requests an audience.”

Nimrod knew that he must have come for his wife, Marika, but the question was whether he should see him.

Hmm... It would be better to meet first, and it would be more natural to get to know each other after the grand birthday celebration.

The key is that he's a spirit reader... well, that's not difficult.
After a moment's thought, the "Chaos Mentor" gave his instructions.

"Let him in, but don't touch him."

The members of the Honor Guard have rotated, and they are no longer the same group that Marika had on the Shadow of the Throne.

Above Argos, only Alsena and Etsack had ever seen Marika, who was using the alias Lorraine.

Etsak is an untouchable; aura detection is useless against him.

"Follow Your will."

A moment later, Lemuel, dressed in a light linen robe, entered the tent.

Upon witnessing the vast pillar of spiritual energy up close, his body instinctively trembled.

Lemuel bit his lip, knelt down, and said gratefully.

"Lord Ninglu, thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to meet with me."

“Gao Meng.” Ning Lu scrutinized the man before him, one of the four future founders of the Tribunal. Even with his aura somewhat restrained, which could have driven an ordinary person to the brink of madness, he remained courteous and spoke fluently.

"You have come for your wife, Marika."

Lemuel was taken aback; Lord Nimrod actually knew about Marika.

His mind raced, then a sudden inspiration struck him. [It must be Lord Barton who requested it.]
"Your Excellency is wise; this is indeed the case."

The "chaotic mentor's" spirituality bursts forth, "distorting" the meaning of his words.

"If you want to see her, you need to work even harder. You will learn everything you want from the Chikos."

Lemuel quietly raised his head, his eyes brimming with suppressed, stinging tears, and looked up at Lord Nimrod.

The dazzling light remained unchanged.

As he lowered his head, tears streamed down his face.

Lord Nimrod means that Marika is not dead.

To save her, I must learn knowledge and psionic skills from the Thousand Sons.
"I understand, thank you for your guidance."

"Let's go back."

Lemuel bowed deeply, rose, and left the tent.

As soon as he stepped out of the tent, he saw a tall figure walking towards him, wearing a refreshing olive green dress and high-heeled boots.

Pejonila Viva, a senior court representative of the Capinus family.

Lemuel bowed his head and said respectfully.

"Ms. Capinus."

Pedronila examined the many patterns on the linen robe and asked with great interest.

"you are?"

As Lemuel spoke respectfully with Petronilla, Magnus concluded the First Council meeting and untied the Sosmes symbol.

Magnus's ever-changing eyes slid to orange.

"Hassol, Azek."

“Father,” Hathor Matt and Azek Ahriman said in unison.

“I hope you will pay special attention to Lemuel Gaumont; he is very interesting.”

“Gaumont? That aura reader?” Hathor asked, surprised that not only the Black Emperor was paying attention to the scribe, but the Father of Genetics was also noticing him.

"Yes, he has been enlightened, which should have come from the writings of North African witch doctors."

“He is figuring out his way, and I hope you can educate him and help him master his power.”

Ahriman frowned. "That's no easy task. He doesn't have control over his mindset."

"Therefore you must teach him."

“Father, I will not let you down,” Hathor said first.

“Me too,” Ahriman then said.

Magnus nodded in satisfaction, his eyes turning purple, and strode out of the tent toward Nimrod.

Ninglu sensed Magnus's powerful consciousness approaching and stepped out of the black tent.

"Ninlu, Chagatai, and Guilliman have opened the road to Ulanno, and the upcoming battle will be an earth-shattering war."

"Father and Horus have taken their grand stage."

"I'm going to Ulanno, what about you?"

“I will go too,” Ninglu replied with a smile.

Magnus's eyes turned astonished gray; he had seen through the threads of fate and knew that Horus would be crowned Warmaster.

Even if Nimrod could not prophesy like he, Saint Gilles, and Conrad Coz, his wisdom could foresee it.

"I thought you wouldn't go."

“Of course I will go.” Ning Lu said calmly.

I also want to try to get Nekare's head.

There should only be two opportunities: the Ulano celebration and the "Nicaea Conference," both of which Motalian attended.

To avoid arousing his suspicion, the presence of multiple Primarchs would be most suitable. Ulanor counts ten Primarchs I have, including Magnus, who is even more renowned for his psionic abilities. His foster father has lost his head; I wouldn't be his primary suspect.
Seeing Nimrod's resolute tone, Magnus said no more, and his single eye slid into a dazzling gold.

"I have learned many secrets in Argos, and I have discovered the secrets of the galaxy."

“We can take a trip to Ulanno.”

Nimrod knew that Magnus had not only obtained the secrets of the Web at Argos, but he had also gained a deeper understanding of warp travel and related aspects.

During the future "Solar Wars," he will cut in from above the ecliptic plane, allowing the fleets of the "Thousand Sons," the "Sons of Horus," and the "Word Bearers" to bypass Dorn's physical defenses and appear directly in the heart of the land between Terra and Mars.

“Alright.” He accepted Magnus’s invitation for a friendly contest.

(End of this chapter)